Zhao Lei looked at the Profound Thunder Shield covered in cracks. Though unwilling to accept it, he knew he was no match for Fenglong. Gritting his teeth, he said, "I concede!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he clutched his chest and staggered miserably down from the arena.
Fenglong stood at the center of the arena, officially becoming the new champion. Without resting, he turned toward the eager disciples below, a domineering curve rising at the corner of his lips. "Since you all want to give it a try, let's not waste time. Come at me together!"
"What is he trying to do?"
"Does he want to fight everyone by himself?"
"My heavens, isn't that far too arrogant?"
The instant those words were spoken, the area below fell silent for a moment before erupting into an uproar.
Ignoring the discussions below, Fenglong continued, "Anyone who wants to challenge me, whether you just advanced or have been waiting for a long time, can come up.
"It will save me from dealing with you one by one, and save everyone's time as well."
Fight everyone by himself?
This was arrogance taken to the extreme!
One had to know that everyone who had made it this far in the grand competition was among the best of the Formal Disciples. Even challenging them one-on-one required going all out.
Yet Fenglong actually dared to tell them all to come at him together.
"You're too arrogant!"
An angry shout rang out, followed immediately by a figure leaping onto the Duel Platform.
This man was also a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator. He specialized in lightning-based formations and was named Sun Hao.
Fenglong said expressionlessly, "Oh?"
Sun Hao said coldly, "I'll test you myself!"
Fenglong's tone carried a hint of disdain. "I said all of